Ian's POV

"What do you mean you're the killer?" Albazar asked, his brows locked.

Dan exhaled, his eyes shut. Jason, Okoye, Gabrielle, Hannah, Scott, and Jessica were in my office. Dan was next to a bookshelf. Everyone in the room stared at him like he was an alien. I trailed my eyes to Hannah. Her chains were off her hands and ankles. Scott used an arm to support her. I was so happy she wasn't killed. If that happened I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing I watched her die without doing anything.

"I'm the serial killer," Dan said, massaging his temple.

"It's not possible. Hannah's fingerprints were...